A TROOPS THOUGHTS
Into this desert I wander
with this gun carried in my arms
Into the sun I dance
as my soul burns away
Into the coldness of night I disappear
when all I wanted
was to come home
to you

But I had to be here
I had to be here
This is the battleground
and I am the pawn
This is my fight
and it has to be won
Then, maybe I can come home
to you


Please believe me
I am coming home
Please believe me
I am coming home
Wait for me
because I will be there

Swimming in the sands of time
I watch this world burn away
History is writing the days ahead
and fate has not left me notice yet
The sun is high
and the night is far
as I continue to walk
with this gun in my arms

The sweetest of dreams
are the thoughts of you
The love within
keeps me warm
Hope of seeing you again
keeps me strong
And I will be coming home
to you




Someway somehow I will be home
We will never be apart after that
This world might fall
but we will remain
Our love our world
will live again


Comments:
 
SapphireCat   SapphireCat wrote
on 1/22/2009 3:53:14 PM
I really, really loved this!

Moonrose   Moonrose wrote
on 1/21/2009 8:21:28 PM
Oh my gosh, I absolutely love this!! It's amazing! It sounds like one of those really great songs that you just have to have... I might try singing it sometime (when no one's around of course, I can really butcher a song if I'm out of it. Don't worry, I'll be careful with this...). I wish it was a song. I know I've already wrote this, but here it is again: it's amazing!

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